Airing

Launder the drapes, scrape mud
from the polished floor. Away with the stifling wastes
of winter. Let in the sun.
A little chilly yet, but bright. Fill each room
with flowers and lemon scent.

The house was closed for months
while cold weather squatted sullen on the porch.
We kept it out at all costs
including our own breath.

Getting rid of old regrets--
I have none. I embrace everything new
though the pungency of Windex
brings tears
to my eyes.

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